well, here it is, 7 years to the day since my dad died. some days it doesn't seem like that long at all and some days it seems like it was an eternity. this year it seems to bother more than any of the others i think though, not quite sure why. it's kind of sad that i can't even really remember what his voice sounded like any more. i do my impressions with my goofy dad voice, but that wasn't how he sounded in real life. it's kinda weird how when the whole thing was happening i just kind of looked at it as something that was a part of life, and that i had so many other things happening that it kind of distracted me (finals, graduation, paris, first job). it was only a few years later that i started to get sad about it. maybe it's now that i have so many things going on (both good and bad) that i'd like to talk to him about that i really feel the loss. i also think about how much has changed since then .... i'm going to be 29 next week ...
i do think life works in funny ways though ... i don't believe in a higher power, but sometimes timing is strange. i found out last night that i'm going to have a nephew. ok, so it's a "pseudo" nephew, but whatever ... i'll consider him part of my family. i saw some ultrasound pictures, and it was really quite amazing ... hard to describe. when you see a black and white fuzzy photo of someone who isn't even born yet and you already know you love him ... anyway, i'm getting sappy now .... time to do some work
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